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Nighthanger

Summary:
Okay guys, here's me doing my bit for the world of literature, for better or for worse! Elise, a confused, love struck typical teen has plenty to deal with when her world has been turned upside down, inside out and round in circles. Will she be abel to pull through at the end? Or will it all fall helplessly through? If it does, how will she be left?


Notes:


3. The confrontation

Rating 5/5   Word Count 813   Review this Chapter



“Ready to go now Elise?”
“Yes… But can you err… turn around for a minute please?”
“Yes but why?”
“Well, I need to get into your car.”
“Elise, I’ve seen you get into my car before.”
“But not in this stupidly short skirt.” Elise tugged uncomfortably at the hem of her skirt. “It’s a bit short. And I’m not the most elegant person in the world.”
A smile creped onto Lorenzo’s lips.
“You’re worried about me seeing something I shouldn’t?”
“Yes!”
“Oh. Well if you’d prefer.” Lorenzo turned around and Elise immediately wished she had never said anything. Staying single-1. Being Lorenzo’s girlfriend-0. Elise clambered into his car, trying as hard as she could to maintain some dignity.
“Ok, I’m in.” Elise said a little sulkily.
“Hey! Don’t go all moody on me.”
“You didn’t have to turn around.”
“It was what you said you preferred.”
“What I thought I would prefer.”
Lorenzo looked a little bemused.
“What you thought? So you now wish I hadn’t?”
“Maybe.” Elise let a little smile play across her lips.
“Ah.” Lorenzo went silent. His mouth turned down at the sides. Staring straight ahead, reversing out of the car park, then roaring down the road, doing twice the speed limit, at least.
“Ah what?” Elise was confused. A minute ago Lorenzo was laughing with her, and the next he was as cold as ice, as hard as rock. However Lorenzo stared straight ahead.
“Well? Talk to me Lorenzo.”
“I need to get you home. Now.”
“No Lorenzo. We need to talk.”
“There will be no more talking.”
“But”
“No. It’s not safe for you, Elise.”
“What? It’s not safe for me to talk? Why?”
“I… I can’t tell you. It wouldn’t be safe.” Lorenzo looked pained. Elise couldn’t stand it. They were within minutes of her house. She had to say now.
“Lorenzo?”
He sighed heavily.
“Yes, Elise?”
“I lo”
“No,” He roared at her, taking her by surprise. He calmed, before talking again. His voice quieter this time, but still full of anger, fury, and pain. “Don’t say it. You don’t mean it.”
Lorenzo accelerated making Elise slam back into her chairs.
“Yes I do.”
“No. No you don’t. You can’t. Not me.”
“Lorenzo, I love you.” Elise rattled it out in a jumble of words, as fast as she could, determined to say it, even though she knew he could have stopped her easily. She looked at Lorenzo as she finished. Pain shot through his face. His beautiful face that was usually expressionless or smiling, laughing even, but never in pain. It threw her for a moment. What had she done? Was she really that bad?
“You can’t.”
Elise was confused. What did he mean, she couldn’t? Was he saying there was something wrong with her?
“You don’t love me, you love this.” He gestured towards his body, his car.
“You see what everyone else sees. You see the smooth ale skin. The golden eyes. Abnormally golden. The perfectly graceful way I walk. I’m not like you Elise, nor am I like any of them.”
“I know! And I really don’t mind. How could I? I want you Lorenzo, not some stereotypical, reckless, though your driving is pretty reckless…” She sighed and turned to face him. “I love you Lorenzo. You’re just so different… So appealing…” Elise trailed off with a sigh. What would he do? Would he demand that she stopped this nonsense? Would he never speak to him again?
“I think… you should stop. Now. Just stop this nonsense. And, after tonight,” Lorenzo stopped, glaring straight ahead. He looked like he was in agony. A withering pain consuming him, burning his insides. Great, Elise thought, what next?
“And after tonight, I think it would be safer, best for both of us, if we never saw each other again.” Elise couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t.. Lorenzo did not just sat that. He couldn’t have. She felt the tears prickling in her eyes, her vision going blurry, then her tears flowing down her cheeks. What did it matter? She glanced at him. He still kept the same agonised expression. But not a single hint of a tear in his eye. Not the slightest bit of moisture. Elise felt a stabbing pain soot though her chest. Now she knew what it felt like to have your heart broken. Did she really mean that little to him? And with that, realising Lorenzo had pulled up to a stop at her house, she ran up her drive, through her front door, collapsing in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.

Outside, Lorenzo sat in his car, waiting for the numbness to go. There he sat, for hour after hour. It rained, he didn’t notice. The temperature dropped to below freezing, he didn’t notice. Sitting in his short sleeved shirt and trousers, he didn’t notice. He didn’t flinch.

Back in her bedroom, Elise sat, red-eyed, rocking backwards and forwards on the floor at the end of her bed. There she sat. Hour after hour passed. Finally Elise fell into a deep sleep. Tears pouring down her cheeks, her nightmares, haunting her.